He had been disturbed apparently by the fact that there were not sufficient wagons.

The whole sense of the Forest, he told me, was a strain to him, the feeling that he could not escape from it, the thought of its colour and heat and at the same time its ugliness and horror, the cholera scarecrow in it, and the deserted town and all the horrors of the recent attacks.

The dead Austrians and Russians....

But I repeat, most emphatically, that he was not depressed by this.

It was rather that he wished to keep his energies fresh and clear for some purpose of his own, and was therefore disturbed by anything that threatened his health.